Is a journey I’m not

Looking forward to

At present…

Although the timing

Is not mine to decide…

From early on my mother

Taught me end of life

Preparedness….

It happened to her just

As she believed and taught

Me to prepare for…

ours is not to reason

Why…

But only live, do and die

Always to God’s will…

The act of contrition is

Embedded in my vocal

Chords in silent prayer

And oral recitation, always

At the ready…

My only rapid preparation

That sounds quicker than our

Neighborhood tornado siren…

I never was a scout but a

Product of Catholic school

And an authentic Catholic

Mother…

But today I realize my closets

Are not in dying condition…

Why would this worry keep

Me from there…

Because somewhere along the

Way my

Mother’s teaching was tweaked

With others’ opinions…

Always have on clean undies

You never know when you’ll get

Hit by a car…

Your neighbor’s will be gossiping

Forever if you leave a messy

House…

So at 76…I’m following my

Mother teaching…

But cleaning out my closets

In case God is searching for a

Great and tidy housekeeper…

Although I ‘d be better in the

Choir….